Micro-leaf Paulownia

Battling an unusual form of personality dissociation, Motan admits to feeling the weight of immense pressure bearing down on him. Amidst this turmoil, he finds solace in a virtual escape called "The Realm of Innocence," a game that has become his sanctuary from stress.

In the realm where ambiguity reigns, Motan's behavior is unpredictable and impetuous, making him the instigator and mastermind behind myriad events that spiral out of control. Yet, within the sphere of virtue, his resilience and courage shine through, earning him the admiration of many who see him as the epitome of a righteous knight and a fair judge.

When dwelling in the balance of absolute neutrality, he adopts a demeanor of modesty and lethargy, mirroring the ordinary essence of every soul. Conversely, in the domain of chaotic evil, he transforms into a figure of madness and cruelty, embodying the very essence of a demon and deceiver, showing kindness only to himself.

"Tan Mo is the most extraordinary Bard I have ever encountered, though he is... perplexing, to say the least," comments Countess Leisha, reflecting on his complex nature.

"Mor is a man of distinguished integrity! Having met him just once, I am convinced that he is someone one can confidently turn their back to," declares Gwen, the leader of the Rose Rot, acknowledging his noble character.

"If you're in search of the ideal neighbor, look no further than Hei Fan," recommends Alchemist Luna, suggesting his suitability for companionship.

Yet, amidst these varied testimonies, a warning resonates, "Don't talk about that man!" indicating a mysterious, perhaps darker aspect of his persona that remains unexplored.

Four Split Personalities

"Specifically, to the squad." The other party spoke solemnly, "The squad's name is - Fenrir."


Everyone was taken aback, and Double Leaf was sweating coldly in an instant...


"Oh?" The smile at the corner of Van's mouth suddenly became somewhat elusive. He put away the blade that was constantly spinning between his fingers, slowly walked to the closest Sara, stared straight at the white wolf badge on his chest, and asked softly, "Ah, I'm really rude. I haven't asked about all of your affiliations till now. Where are you from?"


He dragged out the last syllables with a profound look, the light in his eyes getting colder and colder. His whole being was like an unsheathed blade, radiating a chilling glow.


"We are... in the... Fenrir squad among the Marshal Autonomous Army stationed in Stacked Rock City." Before Sara could speak, Ned suddenly answered from not far away.


Chapter 57: Spy_2